So fellow travelers, sometimes the best response is to meet a challenge head on, as it is presented. My response came as a poem. ( Progress for me, not long ago it would have been a angry rant.)
Those Not Welcomed
There were little girls in rocking chairs
nursing bruises, crying silent tears
hiding in fear of being found.
There were bigger girls in dark tunnels
filled with monstrous noise, scarcely breathing
for fear of what might be found.
There were creative muses who crashed
and nearly burned
scorched by fears unnamed.
There were daughters whose pain
rang loud and threatened to loosen
vital grip of precious, loving hands.
There were mothers, who had to face
what all mother’s fear most and
let go of children loved no less for having four legs.
There were voices raised with promises
to push fear aside with hope and prayer
words of genuine comfort.
These voices were gentler yet stronger,
kinder yet more powerful
loving and more enduring than fear.
They filled a sanctuary made for beautiful creations
with an authentic spirit beyond beauty
and they would not be silenced.